Lazy;)
I’m thinking that someone has a vivid imagination. Very funny though.
I knew this would happen when they stopped teaching geography in elementary school............
I think that was my son.
(. The resort is in Spain so the egg-slicer is called a knife.
:)
Seems UK centric to me....this seems unfair to us at FR.
The waaaambulance drivers are really being overworked these days.
I've had this problem in every foreign country I've visited. Too many foreigners. They must be pretty smart, though, because they're all fluent in a foreign language...
the topless sunbather complaint was funny as hell. Poor hubby was VERY distracted.
That was a wise decision. That marketing degree paid off.
Pretty sure I saw this in a forwarded email 20 years ago.
OK, now I was an eyewitness to both of these tourist questions to park rangers in our national Parks:
1. At Volcanoes Natl park, Hawaii:
(German Tourist) Ze brochure said zat zis is a volcano! All there is up here is a big hole in the ground wiz smoke coming out of it!
2. At Shenandoah National Park:
NYC Tourist: “Where do you put the animals at night?”
3. Off the coast of Maui (More Germans, upon siting some wild spinner dolphins 100 yards offshore):
“Make zem come closer!”
(((I like yours too! hehehe)))
“The glass bottom on this boat —is that 1st or 2nd deck..?”
I really liked that one.
England has millennials?
Oy Vey!
I suppose this thread had degenerated to the point that I can post this email. h/t Leo.
The Question: DO YOU LIKE GETTING OLDER???
I can hit the golf ball any way I can and laugh if it goes in the lake. Them’s the breaks. I’m just happy I can still hit that golf ball.
As I’ve aged, I’ve become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I’ve become my own friend.
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world, too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.
Whose business is it, if I choose to read, or play, on the computer, until 4 AM, or sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 50s, 60s & 70s, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love, I will.
I will walk the beach, in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves, with abandon, if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And, I eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years, my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break, when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody’s beloved pet gets hit by a car? But, broken hearts are what give us strength, and understanding, and compassion. A heart never broken, is pristine, and sterile, and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face.
So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don’t question myself anymore. I’ve even earned the right to be wrong.
So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day (if I feel like it).
There have been dumb traveler stories circulated all my life. Can’t blame this on millenials.
These are funny.
When I worked at a Four Seasons Resort I heard more ridiculous things — from movie stars and business magnates (their wives were the worst).